I reckon it’s because the cotton-pickin’ holidays are finally over. Makes me feel kinda musical, but in kind of a mean way. So, as I sit here tonight waiting on my spine to allow me some sleep, I’m recalling the last ‘long’ conversation I had with my ex-wife, (this some time after she had asked for the divorce and after I had become used to the idea). It was also the only time in our fifteen year marriage I actually sang to her. What was the song? Well, it was a hit by Travis Tritt and was titled ‘Here’s A Quarter (Call Someone Who Cares)’.
I suppose she was in the mood for being insulted that night – or was just stunned – because I got to the middle of the second verse before she hung up! 
Oh, good times. Good times…
The song goes like this:
Here’s A Quarter (Call Someone Who Cares)
You say you were wrong to ever leave me alone
You’re sorry, you’re lonesome, and scared
And you say you’d be happy if you could just come back home
Well, here’s a quarter, call someone who cares
[chorus]
Call someone who’ll listen, and might give a damn
Maybe one of your sordid affairs
But, don’t you come ’round here handin’ me none of your lines
Here’s a quarter, call someone who cares
I though what we had could never turn bad
So your leavin’ caught me unaware
But the fact is you’ve run, girl, that can’t be undone
So, here’s a quarter, call someone who cares
[Repeat Chorus]
Well, that might explain why all of our conversations have been short since. 
Here’s to you, Cindy, and those fifteen years!
(…and God Bless Lady Beth!)
Bull, out! 
